Grandpa tried his best to comfort his grandson. "I know," he said softly. Despite being one of the wisest of the Valley residents - perhaps besides Mr Thicknose, that was - Grandpa was extremely confused with the strange weather. He soon stopped for a few moments, deep in thought. He was trying to think of something that would lessen the blow of the sudden snow storm.
"I think we should try and find a cavern or something to shelter in before it gets too dark," he soon suggested. He knew that being out in the open was probably not the best of ideas, as he had learned from a blizzard he was caught in with Grandma when the frozen sky water first struck the Great Valley. The Longneck's current resting place was out in the open so that they could see all around, but that wasn't proving very useful at the moment. Grandpa knew where some caverns that were big enough to fit in two fully grown longnecks were, but they were quite a walk away.
He soon had second thoughts. "Then again..." he said quietly, noting just how thick the gathering fog was. If he got up and started moving now in search for a cavern without dragging the rest of his family into the cold, he could easily lose them. There was another closer, yet less effective shelter they could use; the trees. Having just eaten, the longnecks were not too far away from a thick forest. The old longneck knew of a large yet well sheltered clearing he had found not long after first reaching the Great Valley. It was a fairly tight squeeze to get in through the thick foliage, but anything would be better than the open right now.
His gaze met his mate's. "We need to head into the trees before the bright circle disappears," he told her. He then looked around, and spotted the barely visible silhouettes of the trees to his left. If they were going to go, they would have to go now, before the fog got any thicker.
(Long post is long. :blink: )
